Schizophrenia.

Big mistake.

'You are a person.

You're special, wether you believe it or not. You could go ahead and argue all you want. But it's true. You are special, and nobody, absouletly nobody can take away your individuality.

Except one person.

Yourself.

You have a little light inside your heart. You could choose to compress it, make it vanish and never see it again, or you could expand it, and know who you truly are. Everyone who's ever been alive has had that light. Everyone starts off with the same amount of light. It's you who has the power to choose what you want to do with it. You could do great things, like Martin Luther King Jr. did, or bad things, like Hitler did. Either way it's up to you who you are.

And for a while in my life, I forgot that.

I forgot that even though I have a mental problem and that others don't even feel safe around me, I mean something.

I'm worth something.

All through middle school I was in doubt. I tried suicide, I cut class, I failed the easy classes.

But then came along high school, and I met Josh.

Josh changed my life.

For the better, obviously. He is actually the only reason I'm alive, and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be telling you my story.

He reminded me that, sure, things aren't perfect. They never will be. You never will be.

I just thought I'd write this to thank Josh.

I didn't think I'd ever write this, but, there's a first time for everything.

I love you, Josh. '

I put my pencil down. Writing was my escape. I heard no voices. Actually, I didn't hear anything.

Almost like how I didn't hear anything when I was with Josh. Only him.

Only Josh.

My phone vibrates and I look at the caller ID. There was none. I answer.

"Uhm, hello?"

"I'm watching you, Chloe." A low voice mutters.

Uh, what?!

"Are you writing right now?" The voice asks.

"No. I'm talking to you."

The voice laughs and immediately I recognize the voice. Bridget. "Oh my Gosh!" She laughs.

I sit there. Hah hah. Funny.

"Come over. We coukd have a sleepover." She giggles.

Without permission I stupidly go to her house.

Big mistake.